Poverty Pimpin

Lyrics

Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo) - "Poverty Pimpin" [Emcee(s): Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] [Producer(s): Looie II] [Sample (Melody): Yutaka Yokokura - "Dragonfly" (0:00)] [Intro: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] Yeah, niggas. You know they say: pimp ain't made, he's born, baby. It's a phenomenal thing right here. It's poverty pimping, you nah'mean? Yeah, uh. We're gonna get into it like this. Check it out [Verse 1: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] Ayyo It's poverty pimping. Break a bitch 'til she wobbly and limping They talk about it, but they're probably simping My property's women—get 'em to stop and listen And probably tempt 'em with this business proposition. She got All the symptoms: bills and kids Got to pay rent, food to fill up the fridge. Keep it real With a bitch that's triple-X with me. She's Spanish, dress aqui Let's send this dress quickly and just pick the pimp Who best sick with G's, spit game maximum spillage I'm asking for schillings, I tax 'em and pillage, so ask 'em "Who's illest?" They're like "Uh oh" just like [?] Agu the old-school mack like Spoonie Gee [Hook: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] (x2) 'Cause The pussy ain't free. You better have my Money—that's all I know. You wanna Fuck with me? You better have my Money, ho, and my dough [Verse 2: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] Bitch You a ho, yell at your man—no need to tell it They can't see it's a pimp, it's like they almost smell it. Man, it's like I truly have a scent. Bitch, you choose me. What makes you think That you gon' truly have a cent. Talk rudely, ain't A chap or a gent. Unruly, acting more Booty-patting than Mike Tyson at a beauty pageant I need a doctor, I'm sick. You could chop off my dick I'll still be able to pimp and cop a chick Pimp and drop a chick—it's a cop-and-blow game Though not the aim, you need the stop-and-go lane I want the fortune and profit—fuck the fame—so I Contorts whores and curse you fucking lames [Hook: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] (x2) 'Cause The pussy ain't free. You better have my Money—that's all I know. You wanna Fuck with me? You better have my Money, ho, and my dough [Verse 3: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] The flow ridiculous, leave no witness, take no prisoners Showbusiness is like pimping-ho business Instead of sex, it's music. The label is the macks While you think they call the music "you're doing tracks"? Who you Getting money for? Cut you advances like you're hungry whores It's cross-country pimping when they put you on tour All them records you sell got 'em rich. You they Top moneymaker, so you their bottom bitch. That record Contract? You signed your life—just the cost Of rules and regulations. Your labelmate's your wife and laws, but When you stop getting them dough, I hope you know They gon' drop your ass and find a new ho [Hook: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] (x2) 'Cause The pussy ain't free. You better have my Money—that's all I know. You wanna Fuck with me? You better have my Money, ho, and my dough [Outro: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] Yo, hah, we're just having some fun here. Word up, man. Can't be serious all the time, you nah'mean? You gotta be able to laugh at yourself, man, haha. You nah'mean? Poverty pimping, baby. Know'm saying? No perms, no, no, no Fleetwoods, brohans, Cadillacs—none of that shit, man. Just a fitted cap, you know? Play no ride. Haha